Today is Tuesday, and I got to see [redacted] today. I look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays because it means that I get to see her. I'm such a wuss. I know.
Anyhow, there's this one guy who is really weird, and he hangs out with us. He randomly says things that often have absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. He's a nice guy, just his habit of making radom interjections can be irritating. He brought his laptop and wanted to watch Battlestar Galactica. He sat next to me, and [redacted] was sitting on my other side. So I had to scoot closer to her. There was less than an inch of space between us, and Ifelt wonderful. Again, I know, I'm a wuss.
Afterward, we were sitting next to each other again. She told me several things that she didn't want anyone else to hear. She seemed to be really friendly toward me. I am under the impression that she feels the same way about me that I feel about her. She told me what church she goes to, and I may put aside my feelings about Christianity and show up there this weekend. She said that it isn't a fundie church at all, and I am inclined to believe her.
Enough gushing about [redacted], I have other things to talk about...
I am an evil genius. I've figured that out. I have evil plans to stage a bloody coup and sieze power, and then reign with an iron fist. I would bring back crucifixion as a method of execution, and include immolation for people who really piss me off. Child molesters, for example, would get special, kerosene-soaked crosses to hang upon. No one would oppose me, because crucifixion is a painful way to die.
One of my friends said that "Nothing says 'Respect me!' like a bloody head on a pike." I beg to differ. Nothing says "Respect me" like a lifeless body hanging from a cross. Except maybe the charred remains of what was once a body...
So, yes, I am an evil genius.
Anyhow, there's this one guy who is really weird, and he hangs out with us. He randomly says things that often have absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. He's a nice guy, just his habit of making radom interjections can be irritating. He brought his laptop and wanted to watch Battlestar Galactica. He sat next to me, and [redacted] was sitting on my other side. So I had to scoot closer to her. There was less than an inch of space between us, and Ifelt wonderful. Again, I know, I'm a wuss.
Afterward, we were sitting next to each other again. She told me several things that she didn't want anyone else to hear. She seemed to be really friendly toward me. I am under the impression that she feels the same way about me that I feel about her. She told me what church she goes to, and I may put aside my feelings about Christianity and show up there this weekend. She said that it isn't a fundie church at all, and I am inclined to believe her.
Enough gushing about [redacted], I have other things to talk about...
I am an evil genius. I've figured that out. I have evil plans to stage a bloody coup and sieze power, and then reign with an iron fist. I would bring back crucifixion as a method of execution, and include immolation for people who really piss me off. Child molesters, for example, would get special, kerosene-soaked crosses to hang upon. No one would oppose me, because crucifixion is a painful way to die.
One of my friends said that "Nothing says 'Respect me!' like a bloody head on a pike." I beg to differ. Nothing says "Respect me" like a lifeless body hanging from a cross. Except maybe the charred remains of what was once a body...
So, yes, I am an evil genius.